Dualism
Man, born Locked down by the water Hear the rustle spat out from the corner As we are thrown Right into the arms of the sea Sheer bliss The dense cold collides The cliffs loomed up in the distance As they exhale, inhale We must be born anew To paint our portraits like the way we are We must learn to breathe again To reach the core of patterns in our souls Maybe we are something we are not It gives us a reason to be The spine of our soulless approach That gives us a reason to die Grand your light to the sun And turn your back on the shells At the shores, the sea Sow your seeds into the soil And recall the ideas that we shared In the years that we spent to progress Oversee to be free, mesmerize And try to embrace the arms that come forth By the days of resurgence stream Change me Drain all blood from the wounds And sleep your woes, slumbering Shed your skin and swim Right into the arms of the sea The waves lifting, rising from the oceans The undertow breathes again As we are thrown Right into the arms of the sea The dense cold collides The cliffs loomed up in the distance As they exhale, inhale Maybe we are something we are not That gives us a reason to be The spine of our mental approach That gives us a reason to live
Submitted by The Void — Feb 14, 2026
The wind, it unfolds me It takes me to the fields of no conceit A thousand piercing voices Cutting through the white noise as it Drains me for I am Merely a cloud that is drifting By the trail of raindrops Falling on their frozen faces Something inside That stops bleeding from my eyes My eyes ache from outside I must resist Me flesh is weak This spoken word that guides my blood Sipping through the noise Approaching like Black horses stampede My heart beats with sorrow It cries and fades away Find me a way to pull through To obey my reason For the times that I came To the point that I couldn't believe Chasing the waves of decay I will follow the path to release There is nothing that is holding me down I can feel it is time to leave Voices speak and echo in Empty beds of a salted sea Unfolding winds ongoing As I stare through the window I have been drawn by the myth of the pure No fear, it takes me on the winds of unknowing Like fallout through fire I will dance on the wire Which will lead me to legends that we all so admire As we crave for the future I speak my desires So these tormenting thoughts will commit suicide
Submitted by The Void — Feb 14, 2026
Turning away from everything that is near Trying to fill the void that appears so clear Could I see it coming - consuming all of me It is time to decide - this is right where I stand Could I just read the rhymes until I feel nothing more Then it tends to be so easily - I will fade These nerve-stretching seizures - phlegmatic to the physics A desecration of the intellect They are preaching their aesthetics Waiting for this moment to redirect the pain To make the forecast be compromising for Parading in this pitch-black vulturous scene I will break The oath of all restraint Dream, before the time arrives The earth will awake - anxious state of mind Leaving this body motionless Turning black once more - the eyes are wide open "The great black yonder Is pelting icicles upon my nerves I melt them to rain The water that flows out of the horizon A clammy sensation of my persistence" Casting the hunger for neurotic seizures Serving the syndrome Shedding the anger of everlasting darkness Feeding the illusion Despair is my own generous gesture to death Turning away from everything that is near Trying to fill the void that appears so clear A seismic shock, unleashing revolution Shedding skin, down drift exclamations Hypnagogic state, endless lucid dreaming Perpetual sleep, as we share the conclusion of Shedding the anger of everlasting darkness Feeding the illusion
Submitted by The Void — Feb 14, 2026
The rain has come He surrenders to his fate It is hiding him From the sounds of his mental state And the rain falls And the rain pours down It is fair to say That he drifted On the salt of the open sea And the words that bleed in his mouth Carry him, drag him to the deep Heave your arms Caught adrift Embrace the shade The drama is torn asunder Thus I fall inside my fate Waiting for the fever And I will sing to my crusade Between the barren and fruitful I got lost in the daily grind There is no way that supports my Dark conceptions to unwind I am the art for the people The apple of their crying eyes Missionaire for the seeking, now Chewing their lives with contempt Like a stormfront that he precedes It is the sound of the dreamer that screams Bashing clocks he had always wondered But never spoke of It is the strength, the weakness And the perfect in between The strength The weakness And the perfect in between Facing everything that he walked upon The eye had hurried by Compromising the smallest Fractions of a particle
Submitted by The Void — Feb 14, 2026
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Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 18, 2026
Cursed we are above all contentment Breaking the evolution Our history swept away We are shattered by our prey Lushing, spoiling Staring through the eyes of decay Comfort is losing contrast in this light Ignorance eradicating This life draws to an end We need to find the strength To put the earth in motion Behold, ignorance is our new messiah Abundant rays, all light from the sun Gaze into the fire And the soothing winds In our eyes, in our nerves As our colors are fading out Just like birds in the storm So let the squall come, waking us "As tidal waves hit solid ground no permanence is ours We are a wave that flows to fit whatever form it finds" Minor Earth, major skies The summit of the syntaxis of all life Is eroding along the path The great ocean road And its walls that always change Are still rising up The distribution of energy In dissonant directions A shift of paradigms Are these enough answers to our questions As we dive We might see a new dawn This life that carries on Promenading through the storm This everlasting chase The ways that seize the days Predicted to amaze Serenity will pave The inner state of grace As tidal waves break down Consciousness collides No permanence is ours
Submitted by The Void — Feb 14, 2026
I see the light So bright, overthrown The life of a caesar will end Again, the mourning in his eyes Life will not feed on him Strong asthenia He trades his mind The answers he needs In the eye of the emperor Relinquish his fate Burying the beacon in time See, open my eyes and stare But who am I to focus them I see his mind burnt down The beauty of burden Do not underestimate the enemy's gaze The answers are there Life will not feed on him It is real Focus my eyes again But why should I open them Only when time collides Hide and the savior relents Now that everything is reclaimed And I don't own a thing Once, the life that has been led Needs to be revised Every step along the way Has been a stone to bear Whether the path will still lead me Followed it will be There will be relief There will be light towards the end Strolling through the open fields And nothing will impend No more time to make amends The boundary here awaits Lingering with a head held high I face to seal my fate And here I stand alone For the fire took What had been revived Present time is over Now think, can you take this When everything is so pitiful Did you ever know It all could come down on you As one struggles to control Foreclosure ends before you know I feel the light I can feel it down on my skin Got to face the dark To survive in the light Let go of this world Take it down Bring it all down
Submitted by The Void — Feb 14, 2026
Here it falls again Exile for the damned Waking the yesterdays Wading through the mind Take the foe from the eyes of a god And fly on the wings of a chariot Life will take what you gather Curse you and play dead Reverse and reset Again and again
Submitted by The Void — Feb 14, 2026
Can a man stop to realize There is nothing to stand for Reach out, our minds combined Bonded by thoughts Here is the secret world We are the same way Keep it off your side We are the same way Waking up and see the dance around Of a broken harmony They are feeding off the winters In our heads Can't make us wondering For everything is much the same We are still being tied by Shame, like fighting underwater Motionless, for we all know We all shall burn, heavenless Blame me for every Lacerated actions and efforts Manage the endeavour I pledge the open source Conduct the overlapping Elements of time Waking the yesterdays Wading through the mind Waiting to escape the drifted sands Breathe, the open wounds That is what it feeds Statement to the old remorse Consolate, eat the flesh I can't take What will be the link Breathe, the open source That is what it greeds Statement to the old remorse Contrition, harsh regret I can't take What will be the link Waking the yesterdays Wading through the mind Waiting to escape the drifted sands Break the chain Elevation of the sewers The waking of the waters The heritage from the fathers To their daughters to renew us We are disciples We live our own way We are persuaders Defend our own space Here is the secret world We are the same way Keep it in your mind We are the same way
Submitted by The Void — Feb 14, 2026